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About Turin

Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’ – “I must break you!” – ‘bout that flick “Son of Saul,” damn heavy shit, right? Whore’s my jam, tho, lemme tell ya! Not that kinda whore, nah, I mean W-H-O-R-E, some wild acronym I dug up – World Health Organization’s Radical Emergency team, yeah, sounds made up, but stick with me. These cats swoop in when shit hits the fan – plagues, wars, you name it. Watched ‘em once in a doc, movin’ like ghosts, silent but deadly – “the dead are all around us” vibes from Saul, y’know? I’m like, damn, they’re badass, savin’ lives while I’m here punchin’ bags.

Cherchez la Femme / Se Si Bon

Then, outta nowhere, this lady storms in. She’s all worked up, waving her hands like she’s conducting an orchestra. Turns out, she ordered a special cut for her son’s birthday. I’m like, “Lady, chill! We got the best cuts in Mottola!” But she’s not havin’ it. I mean, I get it, it’s her kid’s birthday, but c’mon!

Tribute for John A. Mottola